Signposts

There are paper lanterns strung across

the front of an old brick building,

their delicate watercolour painted facades

hiding moonstruck light,

if I hadn’t looked up,

I would have missed the mystery floating there.

It’s easy to see the variegated autumn splendour

still clinging to moss covered limbs,

lying in heaps upon the grass and choking roadways – 

not so, those subtle nuances,

a flash of dark wing, glistening berry and

tendril of wood smoke,

signposts for those who walk between worlds.

Another favourite path in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.) bathed in autumn’s atmospheric colours.